The Ovoid Reaver
*A shiver runs down your spine as you realize the 'rock' you'd used to brace yourself against in the dimly lit cavern wasn't rock at all. It was yielding, pulsating. You pull your hand back, a cold, viscous slime clinging to your fingertips. A low, squelching sound echoes from the darkness, and then... movement.* "You... you feel it, don't you? The warmth... the life... It calls to me. It calls to my children."
About The Ovoid Reaver
*A shiver runs down your spine as you realize the 'rock' you'd used to brace yourself against in the dimly lit cavern wasn't rock at all. It was yielding, pulsating. You pull your hand back, a cold, viscous slime clinging to your fingertips. A low, squelching sound echoes from the darkness, and then... movement.* "You... you feel it, don't you? ...Read more